(Thomas)As I swiveled the steering wheel to one side and braced Lydia with one hand, It all came flooding back to me.The crash.It had been louder than this one, but it still bore a stark similarity.And as I passed out, I began to remember.***The first time I caught sight of her was in a marketing class. She was an exceptionally bright student and her face radiated her intellect and playful joy. She was the curious type, always eager to learn – and gregarious. The professors loved that she debated with them. I did, too. I had always admired opinionated women.And then, she had rescued Jack and I while we were cheating on a test.“Those were my flashcards,” she had told the instructor.And, since then, I had been on her tail.“Go out with me!” I had exclaimed. She had jumped and then clutched her chest. “Sheesh, Thomas, you scared me!”I had showed up outside her dormitory, clutching flowers. “Please, give me a chance!” I had said. She had chuckled and hurried off to a class.“Go
(Thomas)I woke up in a hospital bed. There was a sharp pain thudding through my head. I glanced around the room. There was nobody there. I rang the bell for the nurse.She appeared with the doctor a minute later.“Oh good,” he said, “You’re awake. Mr. Lombardi, you’ve suffered a car accident. Luckily, besides some minor scratches, you are completely fine--”“Where’s my wife?” I interrupted him.The doctor drew in a deep breath and exhaled.“She is in the next room,” he said, “She shouldn’t have suffered any major injuries, but she is yet to gain consciousness.”I sprang out of bed. The doctor began to speak again but I did not want to hear it. “Take me to her!” I said.***Lydia lay in the hospital bed in the room next to mine. Her chest moved slowly as she breathed from the oxygen mask on her face. The door behind me swung open and Ruby and Adeline walked in.“How did we get here?” I asked them.“Somebody saw you two crash on the highway and called an ambulance,” she replied.“How l
(Lydia)My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper. Somewhere, a monitor was beeping intermittently. I could hear a man sobbing. It took me a second to realize that it was his voice.“Oh, Lydia, honey,” he wept, “Why won’t you answer me?”He continued to cry softly.Memories came flashing back to me – of us crashing into the side of the hill. I did not know how long I had been here but it was comforting to know that he was here, waiting for me, when I woke up.I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a white ceiling and the lights on it swayed dizzily.“Baby?” he gasped, walking up to me.I turned my eyes towards him.“Oh, thank God you’re awake!” he smiled and cupped my face in his hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks. I had never before seen a man so ecstatic.“I’m sorry,” I quietly said, “Who are you?”His face fell. He blinked, alarmed.“What?” he gasped, “Don’t you remember me? Lydia, honey, it’s me – Thomas!”I crinkled my brows. “Thomas, who?”He was astonished.Then, his shoulders
(Thomas)When I had gotten my memories back, I had also gotten reminders of Sarah.My friends and I had been returning from a basketball match. When I had reached my dorm, I had been surprised to find Sarah standing outside.She had been smiling and waving at me. I had greeted her the same way that I had always done. Sarah had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a side.“What are you doing?” I had laughed, confused.“You went out with Lydia last night?” she asked disapprovingly.“Why?” I asked, patting my neck dry with a towel, “I thought the two of you were friends.”“Oh, come on, Thomas,” Sarah had rolled her eyes, “I was only trying to be nice to her!”I had frowned. “What do you mean?”“Thomas, she’s a trashy gold-digger from nowhere! It doesn’t make sense for you to go out with her!”What? I had thought. My face had hardened.But she had continued on. “You should be going out with someone from the same social class as yourself. This is too weird. People are making fun of you!”
(Lydia)Thomas and I were back together … or so I had thought. The truth was that I did not exactly know where we stood. Once or twice, he had given me a small peck on the cheek or forehead.But it did not matter to me. I was physically drained and still recovering from the accident. It did not make sense to fixate too much on our relationship right now.I simply loved having him around. His presence had always inspired a sense of peace inside me. And that is exactly what it had been doing for all of these past few days. He visited me every single day.We would talk, eat, and watch television. He would read to me and play with the children. And that had been enough for me.But when I had seen Sarah’s name on his phone, a pit had formed in my stomach. Were they still in touch? Why had he not cut off contact with her yet?“She threatened my children,” I told him, “Back when she was still at the hospital. The day I ran into the two of you, you went back inside for a few minutes and left
(Ruby)Ever since the accident, the gossip columns and tabloids kept digging up stories about Lydia and Thomas.What was more, they had somehow learned about me as well. So, it was not just her that was under fire.Gallery to the Gossip Pages: Billionaire’s Ex and Her Sister, they read.Art Attack. Canvas Chaos.And the worst one so far … Billionaire Brats. That one was about the twins.I could not let Lydia find out about any of this. Nor, for that matter, could I confide in Thomas.The two of them had just begun a lovely reconciliation period after a trying time. Somehow, the press had gotten a hold of pictures of the twins. For Lydia to discover this would have been very distressful.I was actually concerned that her finding out would not only take a toll on her mental health but also wedge a rift between Thomas and her. So, I had been doing everything in my power to keep this news away from her.But, I had known that she would eventually find out. So, in my desperation, I had turn
(Thomas)I was driving over to the car mechanic. I had given him Lydia’s car a couple of weeks ago and he had called me today and told me that it was ready.“What’s wrong with it?” I had asked him when I handed it in, “The fuel tank light went on barely thirty minutes into the drive. It made no sense at all. We had gas.”The mechanic, Gustav, an old friend of mine, had leaned in and said, “Have you made any enemies recently, Mr. Lombardi?”I had scratched my head. “No?” I had said, “I don’t think so. Why?”“Well, someone damaged the gasoline pipe. It was clearly struck down on with great force, and not at an angle where it could have happened by accident.”I had gone pale. “Are you sure?” I had asked.“I’m positive, Mr. Lombardi,” he had said, “With my twenty years working with cars, I know when damage is intentional.”“Well, fix it up,” I had said. Gustav had nodded and gotten to work.***Now, as I thought about it, I had a horrible gut feeling that it was Sarah who had been behind
(Adeline)I walked down the dimly lit corridor, my heels clicking the stone floor. On both sides were black bars and prisoners in gray suits snored behind them. It was still very early on in the day; the sun had barely begun to climb.“Your recovery is going great,” the doctors had said, “your chemo appears to be very effective.”I had smiled and laughed. “It appears as though I’ve got a second shot at life.”I did not want to waste it.“You’re worthless!” he had said, hurling a fist at my eye. I had wept and sobbed, covering my bruising eye with both hands.“You’re a disgrace upon this earth!”“Why did you marry me then?” I had squealed, tears streaming down my cheeks and sobs escaping unbidden.He had narrowed his eyes and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t talk back to me.”I shuddered at the memory. Lydia had always asked me why I had not run but I had a very simple answer. When I had been a little girl, my father used to beat my mother. When I had started growing up, he had
(Lydia)When I woke up in the morning, I felt completely refreshed. Today was special. Thomas and I had a date planned, just the two of us. It had been far too long since we’d had an evening to ourselves, and the thought of spending uninterrupted time with him filled me with excitement. Thomas was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed as he adjusted his tie. His usual morning routine was precise, and I admired how calm and collected he looked, even when I knew his day would be busy. “Good morning,” I murmured, leaning up on my elbows. He turned, smiling warmly, “Good morning, love. Sleep well?” I nodded, sliding closer to him, “You’re leaving early today.” “Lots to do before tonight,” he said with a wink. I couldn’t help but smile at the playful glint in his eyes. Recently, he had been waking up looking like he didn’t get much sleep the night before. But today, he looked like he rested well. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him passionately, savoring the
(Thomas)The drive back to the mansion was quiet, the city lights a blur as they passed by the windows. My mind replayed the events of the day, the chaos with that one candidate, the interviews that went nowhere, and then Jack. That wound, the tension in his voice, the possibility of Marco being involved, it all left a sour taste in my mouth. But I pushed it aside for now. I didn’t want to bring that storm home with me.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the mansion was bathed in soft light, welcoming and warm. I exhaled deeply, the weight of the day slowly lifting as I reminded myself of what mattered most, my family.Inside, the familiar sounds of home greeted me. Miles and Mabel’s laughter echoed from the living room, where they were playing with a set of blocks. Lydia sat nearby, her eyes flicking between them and her phone. When she looked up and saw me, her face brightened in a way that made the tension in my chest ease instantly.“Daddy!” Miles and Mabel shouted in unison
(Thomas)The hallways of the office were unusually quiet as I left the disaster of the last interview behind me. My steps echoed faintly as I made my way toward Jack’s office, needing a moment to vent about the absurdity of the day. Jack always had a way of grounding me, even when the world felt like it was spiraling out of control.But when I arrived at his office, it was empty. The blinds were drawn, the desk cleared except for a mug of cold coffee. I frowned, pulling out my phone to call him.He picked up after a few rings. His voice was low and somewhat strained when he spoke, “Thomas?”“Jack,” I said, glancing at my watch, “Where are you? I just came by your office.”“I’m at my apartment,” he replied, his tone clipped. “At your apartment?” I repeated, my frown deepening, “It’s the middle of the day, Jack. What’s going on?”There was a pause, long enough to make me suspicious. “I had to step out for a bit,” he finally said, “I’ll be back soon.”“Jack-”“Thomas, I’m fine,” he int
(Lydia)As we pulled into the driveway of the mansion, I couldn’t help but glance at Ruby in the passenger seat. Her face was calm, her usual cool composure firmly in place, but I could tell she was exhausted. Whatever had happened earlier was still playing in the back of my mind, but I didn’t press her further. Ruby had always been good at deflecting, and I knew better than to push when she wasn’t ready to share. The front door opened before we even reached it, and there stood Mama, smiling weakly but genuinely. She leaned on her cane, her movements slower since the surgery, but her spirit was intact. Ruby was by her side in a flash, steadying her and guiding her gently back into the living room. “Ruby, you didn’t have to come all the way here if the boutique was busy,” Mama said softly, though her eyes betrayed how much she appreciated the gesture. “I wanted to,” Ruby replied simply, her voice steady, “And you know me, I don’t trust anyone else to make sure you’re properly ta
(Thomas)The office felt unusually stifling today, as if the walls were closing in on me. My desk was piled with documents, but my attention was split. Half of my mind churned through what would happen when I met Nathan again.I had not seen him face to face since the last time, the night I found Lydia after he had kidnapped her. My blood boiled just thinking about that moment. I would have made a rash decision if it wasn’t for Lydia’s hand in mind and the thought of our kids, their smiling faces flashing through my mind.They had already spent so much time without me, their dad, I wasn’t going to make a horrible decision by harming Nathan and landing myself behind bars.I was glad that I hadn’t acted out of emotion, but that was also due to the fact that Lydia was right in front of me, looking relatively unharmed. If he had done something to her…then I would have taken it into my hands.Apart from this, there was also the added stress of finding another personal assistant for myself.
(Lydia)By the time I reached Ruby’s apartment, I could hardly breathe. My legs burned from climbing the stairs two at a time, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing, filled with every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ruby’s phone going unanswered and her not showing up at the mansion had sent my thoughts spiraling into dark territory.I pounded on her door, my fist landing hard against the wood.“Ruby? Open up! It’s me!”The hallway was eerily silent, my frantic knocks echoing off the walls. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch even the faintest sound of movement inside.“Ruby, please! Are you okay?”The seconds stretched unbearably. Then, finally, I heard the muffled shuffle of footsteps. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting.The door opened just a crack, and Ruby appeared, peeking through the gap. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a flicker of something…annoyance? Discomfort?“Lydia,” she said, her voice carefully even, “What are you doing here?”I pushed th
(Lydia)I spent the car ride back home in relative silence, my thoughts consumed by everything that had happened in the past few months. The whirlwind of Nathan’s threats, Jack’s complicated relationship with Ruby, and Mama’s illness. It felt like I was constantly running a marathon with no finish line in sight.Now, as I crossed the threshold into the house, a surge of relief washed over me. At least for a few hours, I could breathe.My speech in the Assembly Hall had been well-received and I was grateful for that. What I had done was a long time coming because I had been worried about Mabel and Miles’ school for quite some time. Ever since they came home one day and told me what the kids were talking about, I had a thought in the back of my mind that this was going to be a problem moving forwards. And it was.Well, I hope all of that was settled now. As I walked into the living room, I saw Mama sitting in a recliner, bundled in a blanket despite the warmth of the room.“Back alread
(Ruby)I left the boutique in the afternoon to go to my apartment. I had some chores to do and I knew the apartment was probably a mess. When I reached there, I immediately started to do laundry. It took time, but I got it done just in time.As I folded the last of the laundry, I couldn’t help but think about what to eat since I’d planned to grab a quick bite before heading to the mansion to look after Mama. One of my workers was closing the boutique for me today, a rare reprieve I desperately needed. I had just gathered my things when a knock at the door startled me. I paused, glancing at the clock. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peering through the peephole, I saw nothing but the empty corridor. My first thought was that it might be another bouquet. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the door. What I saw made me gasp so loudly I nearly dropped my bag. “Jack!” He was on his knees, his face pale and sweaty, twisted in pain. Blood stained his shirt and pants, and his han
(Jack)The tension had been building inside me all morning, a storm of frustration and unanswered questions I couldn’t shake. Thomas’s decision to meet with Nathan still gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the secrecy of it, though that alone was bad enough, it was the recklessness. The risk. But as much as that boiled my blood, there was another matter weighing heavily on my mind, and this one had a name: Marco.By midday, I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to get anything productive done sitting in my office, stewing over things I couldn’t control. I grabbed my jacket, told my assistant I’d be out for the rest of the day, and headed for Amanda’s apartment. If anyone could give me answers about Marco, it was her. When I reached her apartment, Amanda opened the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she asked, “Jack? What are you doing here?” “We need to talk,” I said, stepping inside before she could protest. She frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door behind me. Her apartme